Heather Dale - Somebody will

Our new world is so ^Cclose Mars has ^Gtreasures we’re ^Conly just ^Gstarting to ^Cfind Frozen ^Gmountains and ^Ccrimson dust ^G Waiting for ^Cfootprints that ^Cwill not be ^Gmine A ^Ebhundred ^Bbyears to ^Cmrun the first ^Gtests A^Cmnother to ^Bbraise the first ^Fdome The ^GMoon, then ^CMars, then ^GTitan ^Cnext A ^Ablifetime to touch each ne^Gw home

And I want it so ^Cmuch Close my ^Geyes, I can ^Ctaste the Mars ^Gdust in the ^Cair In the ^Gdarkness, the ^Cspace stations ^Gshimmer In ^Corbits that ^CI will not ^Gshare But ^FI’ll teach the ^Cstudent Who’ll ^Fmanage the ^Cfactory That ^Ftempers the ^Csteel That makes ^Ccolonies ^Gstrong And ^FI’ll write the ^Cprogram That ^Fruns the ^Ccomputer That ^Fcharts out the ^Cstars Where our ^Crockets be^Glong

It will ^Ebnever get ^Gmeasy to ^Abwake from my ^Ebdream When the ^Abfuture I ^Ebdream of is so ^Bbfar away

But ^FI ^Cam ^Fwilling to ^Csacrifice ^FSomething I ^Cdon’t have For ^Fsomething I ^Cwon’t have But ^Fsomebody ^Gwill ^Csomeday…. ^Fsomebody ^Gwill ^Csomeday

And it ^Gfeels like a ^Cwaste All this ^Gworking and ^Cwaiting and ^Gbattling ^Ctime And ^Gall for a ^Ckingdom that ^Gall of my ^Cefforts Will ^Cnever make ^Gmine But ^Ebbrick by ^Bbbrick the ^CmPyramids ^Grose With ^Cmmost hidden ^Bbunder the ^Fsand So ^Glife by ^Clife the ^Gproject ^Cgrows In ^Abways I might not under^Gstand

I am voyaging ^Ctoo We will ^Gneed the ^Cfoundation as ^Gmuch as the ^Cdome For those ^Cworlds to come ^Gtrue And ^FI’ll clerk the ^Coffice That ^Fhandles the ^Cfunding That ^Fraises the ^Ctower That ^Cwatches the ^Gsky And ^FI’ll staff the ^Cbookstore That ^Fcarries the ^Cjournal That ^Fsparks the i^Cdea That makes ^Csolar sails ^Gfly

It takes ^Ebso many ^Gmsailors to ^Abconquer an ^Ebocean And ^Abso many ^Ebmore when it’s ^Eblight-years ^Bbaway

But ^FI ^Cam ^Fwilling to ^Csacrifice ^FSomething I ^Cdon’t have For ^Fsomething I ^Cwon’t have But ^Fsomebody ^Gwill ^Csomeday…. ^Fsomebody ^Gwill ^Csomeday

It’s so ^Geasy to ^Crun Hide ^Gaway in my ^Cbooks, games, and ^Gfantasy ^Cplans Let them ^Gcall me a ^Cdreamer Who ^Gcan’t face ^Creality’s ^Cgrown-up ^Gdemands But ^Ebif I ^Bblove my ^Cmfantasy ^Gworlds It’s not ^Cmfantasy ^Bblove that I ^Ffeel And ^Gso much ^Cmore I ^Gfeel for ^Cthis The ^Abworld that created them ^AbWorld we create with them ^AbOne chance to make them all ^Greal

And I know we won’t ^Cstop We’ve planned ^Gtoo many ^Cwonders for ^Gone little ^Cstar Though ^Goften the ^Cpresent May ^Gseem too com^Cplacent to ^Ctake us that ^Gfar But ^FI’ll tell the ^Cstory And ^FI’ll draw the ^Cpicture And ^FI’ll sing the ^Canthem That ^Cbanishes ^Gdoubt And ^Fhost the con^Cvention That ^Fsummons the ^Cfamily That ^Fcarries the ^Cfire That ^Cnever burns ^Gout

There are ^Ebso many ^Gmchances to ^Abgive up the ^Ebjourney Es^Abpecially ^Ebwhen it’s so ^Ebeasy to ^Bbstay

But ^FI ^Cam ^Fwilling to ^Csacrifice ^FSomething I ^Cdon’t have ^FFor something I ^Cwon’t have ^CAnd not only ^Gme ^FWe ^Care ^Fwilling to ^Csacrifice ^FSomething we ^Cdon’t have For ^Fsomething we ^Cwon’t have But ^Fsomebody ^Gwill… ^Fsomebody ^Gwill… ^Fsomebody ^Gwill some^Cday